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I been up for two whole days thinkin' what I did to keep you goin'
Thumbin' through the voicemails that you left me
Tellin' me where I went wrong
I'll admit I'm sorry when I feel I'm truly sorry
Things change, people change, feelings change too
Never thought the circumstances woulda changed you
She’s in charge of the dark matter
calls the shots from the back room
light bulb swinging above her desk
I hear her typing late at night
the quiet genius that stays behind.
now and then she pokes her beak
through the trapdoor of my day
while I fidget, sip weak coffee
she listens to stories in the room
collects novel faces, tiny voices
chatters voicemails in my dreams.
when we meet a friendly stranger
and I’m tangled or feeling coy
I toss her the attic key and say
sure, let’s see what you’ve got.
now she wants to stay out and
I’m like, what now jitterbug?
they can’t see too much of you.
but after a pisco sour too many
she slinks back out the small door
of my mouth. she’s not so sly.
as we glide into bed that night
I watch her skinny belly rise
softly stroke her flaky beak
slur, shh that’s right stay close
you can keep that key, for now.
Leah Larwood - The PoetrySociety
Emotional abuse is a reality and many women live their lives not recognizing this abuse. A mark on your skin speaks for it selves. A mark on your soul is invisible.
"You never really know someone until you’ve tried to leave them."
Many many times women understand the emotional violence in a relationship too late and the marks left are deep and unfathomable. However, many are so focused on physical forms of violence that they too often miss the warning signs of emotional abuse. So, here they are, some of warning signs of emotional violence. An abuser will:
1. disrespect your privacy, checking all your private messages, voicemail, email, etc;
2. damage your favorite objects;
3. create your alienation from your connections, controlling your social and familiar life;
4. withhold affection from you in a way to punish and control you;
5. threat to expose you in an embarrassing way and make you feel ashamed for who you are;
6. use magical tricks to distract you from reality, so you don't see and feel the repeated abusive behaviors;
7. control your money and where you spend it;
8. give you excessive gifts to make you realize what you will miss if you decide to leave or to use them to show you how much they care.
These are some of the possible behaviours you will find in an emotional abuser. Jump out of the daily routine and analyze the behaviors. If you feel you are in an abusive relationship, don't be ashamed and seek for help.
Remember, you are not alone.
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A couple of months ago, I created a short video titled "Doorway Dial", featuring a woman at a bar with friends, reaching out to her ex in a moment of longing, hoping he'd come to meet her. The narrative, however, didn’t end there. I felt compelled to continue her journey.
The story explores the delicate space between separation and vulnerability, where, in a fragile moment, she calls him once more. Yet, her words fall silent, lost to voicemail.
I hope you find as much meaning in this piece as I did in creating it. While it may not be perfect, it is a reflection of my heart and effort. This song resonated deeply with me, and I couldn’t ignore the pull to give it a voice - just as I gave this moment a chance.
If you're drawn to dive in part 1 (Doorway Dial) feel free to watch it here.
A three-inch (76.2mm) reel of ¼" (6.35mm) recording tape. This reel size was used in inexpensive battery-powered reel-to-reel recorders popular in the 1960s for voice applications, before cassette and, later, microcassette tape recorders became popular, all soon to be rendered obsolete by digital recording devices. (Some of you may recall the iconic opening scenes in the original US television series Mission: Impossible, usually featuring a small reel-to-reel recorder playing “self-destructing” tapes of similar reel size.)
This particular reel was packaged in a box with spaces on one side for both return and recipient addresses and postage, for sending voice letters through the mail.
Considering that cheaper recorders did not use a capstan and pinch roller to maintain constant speed, the playback would vary in speed throughout the duration of the recording. In addition to the speed issue, the smaller reel was unsuitable for playback on most tape recorders and decks using 7" (17.8cm) and larger reels due to the possibility of damaging the tape due to excessive tension.
"You've reached the auto voicemail for MotherSpirit Ocello. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, I'm in a very serious meeting. I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as I am able. Thank you."
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Good C.
Brilliant. Loves and teaches literature. Her favorite Steinbeck: "I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.".
I am glad I am not a snowman! With this polar vortex moving through it would be a terrible time for anyone to be without heat, but that is exactly what happened at my house today when I got up this morning! I checked the weather app on my phone and it said it was -24 C feeling like -35 C outside. Trying to stay calm and cool (no pun intended) I immediately called and left a voicemail message to a heating company for them to please come and check my furnace. The fella called me back and he made it over by 10 am. It turned out our furnace was working fine but there was no gas being supplied to it from the outside so that ended up being a problem with the utility company. I called them and they were out within a couple of hours and fixed the issue. I am not sure what it was they replaced on the gas meter to my house but I am thinking it was the regulator. They told my son who was here to meet the technicians but he couldn't remember what it was called. After the end of my work day I was thankful to come home to a heated house and appreciative to those that helped us today to make that happen. While I was on my drive to work this morning I was trying to think positively that it would be an easy fix and felt sad for those folks who are homeless during this freezing weather. I thought, well I am fortunate to have a house to come home to and if I had to walk around the house with a winter hat and jacket on to stay warm then that is just what I'd have to do. Thankfully it didn't come down to that it all really made me think about how fortunate I am.
Thanks so much for your visit! Hope you all had a good day and are staying warm and comfortable.
Edited book cover, The Valley and the Flood by Rebecca Mahoney.
Rose has listened to a voicemail message countless times over the past year. The message that her friend Gaby left before she died. There is a looming prophecy that says a flood will destroy Lotus Valley in just three days' time. So Rose follows the lights from the closest radio tower to Lotus Valley. With help from her friends, Rose sets out to stop the flood.
Sydney
Ji-Woon sat on the floor, tears streamed down his face as he stared at the phone screen. A phone he hadn’t looked at since the incident. 100’s of messages, from his bandmates…from staff and management. His voicemail box had been full, but he hadn’t listened to any of them. He had stashed the phone in a box the moment he had landed in America, vowing to never revisit the pain. Yet here he was, staring at the illuminated screen reading through messages and listening to voicemails while he sobbed in his room alone and on the floor. It had been too painful to visit these before, he had been gone for six days…tortured and maimed while his bandmates/management and law enforcement had searched tirelessly to find him. South Korea had been in an uproar those six days, a star idol missing, evidence littered his apartment that he had been taken against his will. He never stayed in that apartment, yet the one night he had…well it had almost been his last. His hand clutched the phone hard, as he read the messages.
Chanyeol, Dal, Dae, Rae…there were dozens of messages from them all, the worry thick and evident in their words. Chan’s though, those were what had him crying the hardest. The voicemail from Chan, the hurt and pain in his voice, Ji-Woon could feel that Chan had thought he would never see him again…That his feelings would never be put out there for Ji-Woon to know. He pressed repeat again, letting the voicemail of a broken Chanyeol play again…and then again…and then again. Why had he never listened to these? Why had he been so afraid of hearing what they had said? The pain he had endured during the time the saesaeng and her groupies had had him in their clutches. His head was planted firmly in the hand of his metal arm, the metal glinted in the light shining off the phone screen. His body littered with scars…his pride had been broken, his spirit had been ravaged. He had fled South Korea not too long after, trying to continue the life of a star kpop idol had proven too much, his depression and anxiety…and the PTSD. He couldn’t deal, and so he fled, with the help of his band mates. One by one they had all come over to join him, bringing his family back together again.
He shut the phone screen off, dropping the phone onto the floor letting it hit the wood hard as he buried his face in his hands. If only he had known. Things would be different. Ji-Woon hefted a heavy sigh, brushing his face off and pushing himself off the ground, leaving the phone where it lay and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, washing his face with cold water before planting both hands on the counter and looking in the mirror. The scars…the metal arm. All reminders of what he had endured for those six days. He couldn’t help what came over him, rearing back with his right hand he would drive it forward smashing the mirror and shattering his image. Shards glittered across the floor, and he just stood there staring at the broken image of himself. That was it, he was taking back his life. He was going to be strong again, not just for himself but for NO BOUNDZ. He and Chanyeol had confessed their love, finally after years…if only he had known…if only.
Texts are as follows left to right, top to bottom.
Hwang Yong-Rae: I want to see you bro. Are you okay. We love you.
Lee Chanyeol: I love you. I always have. I always will. Please stay alive I need you.
Dal Dae-Hyun: We will not give up our brothers. We will find you
Bin Dal: Our leader. Our friend. Our brother, fight and know we are coming, know we have not given up. You are our heart and we love you.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Captured in April 2019.
With a lengthy cut of reefers from Gallo Wine on the head end, an eastbound manifest rolls through Port Royal. This was probably 18G given the consist, but I didn't write down a symbol. My core memory from this train was letting a call go to voicemail while it was passing, only to realize it was a post-graduation job offer that was music to my broke college student years. I called back just before the end of the work day, and missed an SP unit trailing on 21M in the meantime. I probably made the right decision, though.
This was the scene that suddenly presented itself in-front of me as I was shooting, up in the snow around Llyn Llydaw earlier this evening.
Two distress flares launched within around 5 minutes of each other from the Garnedd Ugain area and shooting across Llyn Glaslyn and lighting up the horseshoe surrounding it.
Unsure as to whether it was possibly an exercise or real emergency I made a note of all the details of time and where I thought they were, but within a few minutes of that once the wind dropped I was fairly sure I could hear shouting too. Since I had no signal up there on my phone I started to head down and text my friend Helen all the details I could, knowing that if I got enough signal to get a text out she would know what to do with it before I'd made my way down to somewhere I could use a phone...
Sure enough she did, and Mountain Rescue were made aware. They were on exercise somewhere that evening and I later got a voicemail to say they were involved in a rescue, so whether or not it was a genuine emergency I'm still not sure, but always better to be safe than sorry!
Updated: It was a genuine rescue, Llanberis Mountain Rescue were already on the case, and the casualty is off the mountain and now in the good hands of Ysbyty Gwynedd. Hopefully a happy ending, and always remember if you see signs of distress in the mountains, contact the emergency services
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Kiley (Bailey)
Skyler (TB)
Nicole Davis (TB)
Liz Baxter (Bailey)
Sean Davis Erebus
Influencers - Mia (Summer) & Ryan (Seth)
Costume Designer - Kiley (Bailey)
Hairdresser: (Bailey)
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Nicole: Liz? Liz! (she frantically redialed, but the call went straight to voicemail)
Sean: Honey, you heard her. She said everything was fine.
Nicole: I heard her, and so did you. That's why you told her to wait at the door for Pete. Something's going on. Call Pete, tell him -- tell him Liz is upset because the girls trashed their room. (without waiting for Sean to reply, she crossed the room, back to the table) I want to know about this amazing makeover the two of you are so crazy about.
Kiley: (shrugs) Sure, Mom. What do you want to know?
Nicole: How did you find out about it?
Kiley: (grins) Mom, it's the internet. If something's fire or cringe, word spreads like COVID.
Nicole: How cheery.
Skyler: (raises her hand just a little) I told Ki' about it, Mrs. Davis. You can be mad at me.
Nicole: Oh, Skyler, I'm sorry. I'm not mad. I'm worried.
Kiley: 'Bout what?
Nicole: Well, you said you had to send away for some kind of "activation fluid" for this makeover?
Kiley: (nods) Uh huh! But it was super cheap, Mom!
Skyler: And free, overnight shipping.
Nicole: Well, that's nice. Can I see it?
Kiley: Sure! Hang on! (she jumped from her chair, dashing back to her room)
Skyler: It's not going to work on you, Mrs. Davis.
Nicole: (smiles) That's not why I want to see it. (tilts her head) But, why wouldn't it work on me?
Skyler: You're too old.
Nicole: Ouch!
Skyler: (snickers) Not like that. It only works if you're 18 or under. Something to do with hormone levels, I think.
here's the thing: flickr "relationships" can be fun, interesting, flattering, educational, even supportive and meaningful in some ways, to an extent.
but there are conditions that seem to include constant self-promotion, or rather this sort of feverish activity:
"HEY, HERE I AM! I'M STILL HERE! i'm here every day! i'm posting! especially photos of my face & body because that's what people like to look at the most! and i'm spending extraordinary amounts of time processing these pix to make them look 'cool' & serious & funny & amazing & beautiful & unique & everything - striving to capture your consistent attention & admiration & concern & support & flattery.
OH! and of COURSE i'm commenting on your photos and fave-ing them every day too! and reminding you that i think YOU and *YOUR* photos are as special & beautiful & unique & extraordinary & funny & amazing and did i say beautiful & unique as EVER?!"
it's exhausting. questionable. and misses the point much of the time for some of us. (one of which is self-expression of and through the medium in what we hope are skillful artistics, creative, interesting and/or evocative ways and means.)
and let me tell you this: people will, do forget about you. or perhaps think about you from time to time, but unless you bother, they won't.
unless you are friends in "real life" (which is becoming a frighteningly nebulous entity as technology marches on) - meaning spending time and *space* together sans technology - that is, face-to-face, body-to-body, *in* each other's concrete worlds of flesh and nature and environs and happenings and over a course of time and experiences and ... that ...
well, online relations are honestly pretty much ephemeral, insubstantial, superficial in the scheme of one's whole and significant life.
check it out. sign off/over/out. quit posting or commenting for a month. delete your facebooks and spacebooks and hooks 'n' crooks accounts. don't send those photos or voicemails or texts or check-in emails every now and again. go commando. watch what happens.
no, nothing dramatic has happened to elicit this musing.
i'm not feeling bitter. just realistic, checked-in to the nitty and gritty.
observing, speculating, assessing.
make sure you know what/who you're leaning on baby.
and make sure you got your own back.
How did a package restore my faith in humanity?
A happy girl and mom all thanks to (Nicole) flickr.com/photos/murfysflaw/ . An amazing box of clothes was waiting at our door Monday after work. We dusted off the snow and found inside the most beautiful dresses, full of bows and dots. Topping it off was this gorgeous blue coat with fur lining the hood and cuffs and a hand muff with a dog poking out of the top. I squealed with delight yelling to Loren to come and see the awesomeness I was staring at and Larra proceeded to go "pfff pff" her way of saying woof. Instantly, plans started in my head of wearing one dress to her birthday party and another for Christmas.
How did this kind act from a virtual flickr friend restore my faith in humanity? Larra spent 2 months in the NICU and for those of you who have been there you know the hell and happiness that this type of journey brings. Friends and family gifted us beautiful preemie outfits and knitted Larra adorable hats to keep my spirits high. As babies do, Larra eventually outgrew these outfits. After hearing that our neighbors coworker had triplet girls in the NICU just a few months after Larra was discharged I decided that I would give her those clothes. I did this twice because she outgrew more clothes while they were still there. Never a thanks, not a card, not a voicemail not a single word I ever heard from this woman. Eventually I confirmed with one of the nurses that she had in fact, received the clothes and she had. I can't say I am proud that I was bummed that I didn't receive any type of acknowledgement but I have to say I was disappointed.
Tuesday when I was sharing my exciting news of the box that arrived with my co-worker, Randi she said, "this box, it is the universe thanking you You didn't get an immediate acknowledgment but someone just paid it forward to you".
So Nicole, a simple kind gesture rocked my world. Thanks---a million times.
I left Hoda a rambly (4-minute-long) voicemail the other evening as I was shoe-shopping for the sister's engagement. Somewhere in there, I mentioned the turquoise flip-flops I was looking at and contemplating whether or not to buy, even though that hadn't been the point of my shopping session.
Half an hour later, just as I got home, I received a text: "Buy the flip-flops!"
Me: "=) I already did!"
Hoda: "Hahaha good girl!"
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So here you are, Hoda, the flip-flops you were somehow a part of purchasing. This is Addison St. in Berkeley, with the poetry plaques on the sidewalks. The cigarette is not mine, but the cherry Italian soda is (except it has cream in it, which technically makes it a French soda, who knew?), and I was aiming my camera at my feetS just as you texted this afternoon asking me to send you my address ASAP. Tooo much the goodness with the brainwaves! The bricks all say "Make Art," by the way. Throwing in a little Arabic makes everything awesome.
So! As you carry on with your rockstar adventures, my fellow Californian, may you find home wherever you go. And may you always have all that is good and beautiful and blessed, BETA ;)
Now, for the other important estuffS:
1. Take lotsa footoos!
2. Eat lotsa potatoes
3. Don't forget to stab esstyouuuupeeeed people
4. Reply to all my important STOCKER textmessages. And they will all be important.
As our friend, Mr. Malikshahzadaak, would say, "You will be thare tomaro? I think now we chat daily!"
That is all.
A few specs here then a little story - the streaks at the bottom of the frame are actually leaves moving through a little side pool. I was jacked to have this come together as I spent a lot of time looking for spots where fall leaves might be moving along the river. I took a bunch of 8-10s exposures at f/22, ISO 64 to capture the streaks. I was using a Nikon D810 and a Tamron 15-30 - shot at 22mm. The light wasn't out of this world, but I wanted to put something together from this night for two reasons...the leaf streaks and the story that follows.
So, about an hour before this my fiance and I were at our campsite. We were going to book a Lower Antelope Canyon tour, but I realized that I needed to get somewhere for sunset so we hustled to pack up and drove along the road, stopping about 1/2 mile before The Watchman bridge. I went down to the river and did my thing. I came back to the car at dusk and we were starving, we were going to go to Oscar's (just a classic Zion spot). I told her to grab my wallet and after some looking neither of us could find it anywhere. Well, we had both our IDs, all our cash and credit cards, pretty much everything in there. We were left with some peanut butter, trail mix, and 150 miles in the gas tank. We finally realized that one of us had left my wallet on top of our rental car...and as we were driving we actually heard something hit the car, but we figured it was just a rock or something...it was the wallet. We spent the rest of the night searching along the side of the road with headlamps and we let one of the park rangers know. After giving up, we headed back to the camp site and had a pretty measly campfire...made plans to try and somehow get back to Vegas and find a way to get home - still had about 4 days left on trip :(. Next morning, I took a bus into the park to shoot sunrise and when coming out, I had a voicemail from the park. Someone had found my wallet and turned it in. THANK GOD. I picked it up at the visitor center and everything was there, it looked like it had been run over multiple times..but we were so thankful that we could continue our trip. We got super lucky and I was so happy we were able to make it to the Grand Canyon and Page, AZ so my fiance could see some of the areas of the southwest that I love so much.
I got a voicemail on my phone from my grandma the other day.
Joe, I want you to get pictures of the trees in the lane.
I don't think they've ever been prettier.
she says hi. more (non-artistic and sooc) in the comments!
fun stuff: i got a formspring! | View On Black <-- this is a must!
so today i drove around in this baby for two hours... and this is my second day driving, haha. it went incredibly well. we meant to just go on some back roads, but i ended up running errands in the middle of town. guess i catch on quick! :) i can even go the speed limit up to 40, ahaha. i don't know, it's a big thing for me. i was so terrified until the day i decided i wanted to learn (which was about 4 days ago, rofl) and just sat down in the seat and it was so... natural. i know i'm making a bigger deal out of this than it really is, but just one little taste of freedom is so exhilarating. and it really helps that this car fits pretty much everything i wanted (which was basically just a non-fugly two door that stops and goes, hahaha). and i have the best instructor in the world - my dad! :) thank god he's a retired ford salesman. that guy works wonders.
another big hump that i got over today: it was my most recent ex's birthday, and i decided to go ahead and leave him a happy birthday voicemail. we got together on my most recent (19th) birthday, so obviously he was really involved in mine. although things are completely different, i felt like it'd be rude not to at least pop in and wish him well. he didn't pick up - which i was expecting, and actually hoping for - and it was fine. i feel like i've cleared myself of all my obligations because, as ani difranco has said, "i would like to state for the record i did everything that i could do."
and i did. so it'll all be fine... i really feel like i'm moving forward.
maybe it's just the euphoria of the driving thing? whatever, i'll take it. :)
It isn't that human suffering is beautiful. It isn't the suffering that enthralls me. It isn't the pain, the sorrow, the death and delirium and decay that I seek out. It isn't the raw edge of loss that makes despair so intriguing.
It isn't that it's suffering. It's that it's human.
It's that human is a trait so beautiful and so very, very rare.
We work hard to move away from what holds us together. We want to forget that we're human--that we live and breathe, that we can experience pain and hunger and longing and peace and want and joy. We insulate ourselves with layer after layer of anything--everything--that can keep us from experiencing the real, the true. We dull our minds with hours of television, we snack when we are not hungry, we communicate unceasingly by cell phones, by texts, by email, by voicemail, by instant messenger. We move from house to car to work to shopping center while never experiencing a five-degree difference in temperature.
We listen to music constantly--not because we love it, but because we are afraid of the silence.
With every convenience, with every added easy errand to our day, with every comfort that we find to smooth our journey, to bring us closer to what we imagine may be the perfect life... we move further and further away from each other. Our common ground lessens with each step.
Our happiness it tempered by the ease with which it is attained. Our lives are too convenient; what might have once brought us joy is now a matter of course. Satisfaction is a thing of the past. We forget what it means to laugh with delight; we cannot remember the heady taste of anticipation--waiting is inconvenient; it no longer has a place in our lives.
What good are cloud-soled shoes if you cannot remember the feel of grass and rocks and silk-soft dust beneath your toes? We are not human because we have feet; we are human because we walk. How long has it been since you were a child and ran barefoot through the grass?
Each of us is human. We try so hard to forget that fact, and it's terrible. Because of all the things a person can possibly be, human--simple, unadorned, small and soft and scarred and a twisted knot of every good and bad emotion--human is the most beautiful.
But we forget to smile, and more and more, it is only the sudden, unexpected, unbearable negative that has the power to bite through us and bear witness to our humanity.
I do not delight in your pain; I do not find joy in your sorrow. But in those few, those too-brief moments--those instants of shock, despair, and hollow, terrible pain...
I want you to know. I need you to know.
You're beautiful.
FDR Powwow: NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE FESTIVAL - September 27th & 28th, 2008.
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FDR State Park
Yorktown Heights, Westchester, NY
In case you weren't aware, November is Native American Indian month in the United States and time is quickly Running Out.
In the 2008 presidential proclamation
designating this year’s National American Indian Heritage Month, the President of the United States wrote, “I call upon all Americans to commemorate this month with appropriate programs and activities.”
Whether your “appropriate programs and activities” are school programs, special events, letters to the editor, blogging, or personal ambassadorship for Native American culture, there’s still time to get involved!
Visit the Native Americans Rights Fund's (NARF) Native American Month Campaign page for suggestions of how to make this month meaningful in your community: narf.convio.net/site/PageServer?pagename=Modern_Day_Warri...
Wherever the rights, culture, or environment of Native Americans are threatened and NARF is there to stand up for what’s right to make governments at all levels respect the agreements made with native peoples.
Many thanks for your support,
John E. Echohawk
Executive Director
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First Voices Indigenous Radio brings to the airwaves the experiences, perspectives and struggles of Indigenous people who have been almost totally excluded from both mainstream and progressive, alternative media. Our purpose is to help ensure the continuance and survival of Indigenous cultures and Nations by letting the People tell their own story, in their own words, and often in their own languages and ways of speaking. And with as little outside interference and interruption as possible.
As we open up the airwaves week after week to the voices seldom heard in the last 511 years, it is our hope that the newcomers to this Land - that is, every immigrant group - will begin to question their assumptions about Indigenous people here. We hope they become educated and informed, get activated, break down their romanticization, break free of their stereotypes, and begin to form real relationships with Indigenous communities based, finally, on respect and real understanding.
This one hour is devoted to bringing the voices of the Indigenous Peoples of Turtle Island (i.e., North America) and connecting their struggles with those of other Indigenous Peoples around the world. And while never forgetting that standing upon Mother Earth is a great responsibility.
We ask our guests with great respect to do the honor of coming on the program to offer their knowledge, wisdom, and experience, a knowledge that has been handed down over hundreds of thousands of years. It is a responsibility we take very seriously, and we know it is with great urgency that we ask these voices to be shared in this time of changes. We hope we offer our listeners a perspective they have been missing for far too long. The voice America has tried to silence, the voices of Indigenous Peoples.
Tiokasin knows that First Voices Indigenous Radio belongs to all the Native Peoples here in Turtle Island (renamed North America by the occupiers). The responsibilities that can be taught by listening to the real land owners(so to speak) and understanding the knowledge, the wisdom, the struggles, and the unheard voices .
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Tiokasin's global perspective reality is the experience of living with and understanding these two worlds - Indigenous and non-Indigenous. The teachings of the Lakota are profound and relevant in the universe today! Lakota knowledge empowers through inclusion, by teaching responsibility of choices. This contributes to an emerging world, affecting the environmental/Mother Earth issues we as human beings ponder when it comes to what it means to be civilized.
Host/producer profile: Tiokasin Ghosthorse
Tiokasin Ghosthorseis host and producer of First Voices Indigenous Radio. He spoke, as a teenager, at the United Nations Conference on Human Rights International Covenant on Economic, Social, and Cultural Rights in Geneva, Switzerland. He participated in several occupations including Wounded Knee, SD in 1973, Lyle Point, WA, Western Shoshone, NV, and Big Mountain, AZ, and has been actively educating people who live on Turtle Island (N. America) and overseas since that time. Tiokasin is also a survivor of the "Reign of Terror" from 1972-1976 on the Pine Ridge Lakota Reservation, the U.S. Bureau of Indian Affairs Boarding and Church Missionary School systems designed to "kill the Indian and save the man".
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photograph: A. Golden c. 2008.
FDR Powwow: NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE FESTIVAL - September 27th & 28th, 2008.
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FDR State Park
Yorktown Heights, Westchester, NY
In case you weren't aware, November is Native American Indian month in the United States and time is quickly Running Out.
In the 2008 presidential proclamation
designating this year’s National American Indian Heritage Month, the President of the United States wrote, “I call upon all Americans to commemorate this month with appropriate programs and activities.”
Whether your “appropriate programs and activities” are school programs, special events, letters to the editor, blogging, or personal ambassadorship for Native American culture, there’s still time to get involved!
Visit the Native Americans Rights Fund's (NARF) Native American Month Campaign page for suggestions of how to make this month meaningful in your community: narf.convio.net/site/PageServer?pagename=Modern_Day_Warri...
Wherever the rights, culture, or environment of Native Americans are threatened and NARF is there to stand up for what’s right to make governments at all levels respect the agreements made with native peoples.
Many thanks for your support,
John E. Echohawk
Executive Director
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ANYONE INTERESTED IN LEARNING ABOUT THANKSGIVING from A First PEOPLE'S PERSPECTIVE please read:
First Voices Indigenous Radio on WBAI NY / Radio Pacifica
Thursdays, 10 AM to 11 AM ---> wbai.org/
Host: Tiokasin Ghosthorse
Web site: www.firstvoicesindigenousradio.org
Email: Tiokasin@gmail.com (This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view)
Voicemail: (212) 209-2979
First Voices broadcasts are available on CD. Contact using email/phone above.
Program description:
First Voices Indigenous Radio brings to the airwaves the experiences, perspectives and struggles of Indigenous people who have been almost totally excluded from both mainstream and progressive, alternative media. Our purpose is to help ensure the continuance and survival of Indigenous cultures and Nations by letting the People tell their own story, in their own words, and often in their own languages and ways of speaking. And with as little outside interference and interruption as possible.
As we open up the airwaves week after week to the voices seldom heard in the last 511 years, it is our hope that the newcomers to this Land - that is, every immigrant group - will begin to question their assumptions about Indigenous people here. We hope they become educated and informed, get activated, break down their romanticization, break free of their stereotypes, and begin to form real relationships with Indigenous communities based, finally, on respect and real understanding.
This one hour is devoted to bringing the voices of the Indigenous Peoples of Turtle Island (i.e., North America) and connecting their struggles with those of other Indigenous Peoples around the world. And while never forgetting that standing upon Mother Earth is a great responsibility.
We ask our guests with great respect to do the honor of coming on the program to offer their knowledge, wisdom, and experience, a knowledge that has been handed down over hundreds of thousands of years. It is a responsibility we take very seriously, and we know it is with great urgency that we ask these voices to be shared in this time of changes. We hope we offer our listeners a perspective they have been missing for far too long. The voice America has tried to silence, the voices of Indigenous Peoples.
Tiokasin knows that First Voices Indigenous Radio belongs to all the Native Peoples here in Turtle Island (renamed North America by the occupiers). The responsibilities that can be taught by listening to the real land owners(so to speak) and understanding the knowledge, the wisdom, the struggles, and the unheard voices .
It is said that if the lies continue about Native peoples it will create an illusion that all Americans will dearly pay for in the future...and the future is now. What kind of world are Americans creating with their privilege of denying Native people's voice and the reality of truth that Natives experience daily.
Tiokasin's global perspective reality is the experience of living with and understanding these two worlds - Indigenous and non-Indigenous. The teachings of the Lakota are profound and relevant in the universe today! Lakota knowledge empowers through inclusion, by teaching responsibility of choices. This contributes to an emerging world, affecting the environmental/Mother Earth issues we as human beings ponder when it comes to what it means to be civilized.
Host/producer profile: Tiokasin Ghosthorse
Tiokasin Ghosthorseis host and producer of First Voices Indigenous Radio. He spoke, as a teenager, at the United Nations Conference on Human Rights International Covenant on Economic, Social, and Cultural Rights in Geneva, Switzerland. He participated in several occupations including Wounded Knee, SD in 1973, Lyle Point, WA, Western Shoshone, NV, and Big Mountain, AZ, and has been actively educating people who live on Turtle Island (N. America) and overseas since that time. Tiokasin is also a survivor of the "Reign of Terror" from 1972-1976 on the Pine Ridge Lakota Reservation, the U.S. Bureau of Indian Affairs Boarding and Church Missionary School systems designed to "kill the Indian and save the man".
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photograph: A. Golden c. 2008.
Chapter 10
Sally didn't show today. I guess that's if for our project, though really, my real concern is for Sally. I called her several times throughout the day - but there was never an answer, no voicemail, no call. I spent the time looking through some shots from our previous sessions. I remember setting up the shots, finding interesting backgrounds and settings, working with the light, etc. but... I see something now, in the photos, that I didn't see then. There is, I'm sure of it.... when I look really, really closely... almost completely hidden by her skillful modeling ability but just there, oh so barely detectable, there is a... a look... a subtle, haunting, troubled, look in her eyes...
Chapter 11
Still no word from Sally. When I think of her, my mind floods with images - a mental shot-list of photos never taken, that, it seems now, never will be - will never exist outside my mind.
I tried calling her again today. After dialing the number, there was the 'click' of an answer. "Sal!!..." I started, but was immediately cut off with a too-pleasantly annoying voice: "I'm sorry, the number you have called is not in service. I repeat, the numb..." I hung up, dialed again, and got the same. Where are you Sally? What's happened to you??
the original idea was to make a diptych out of this shot and my previous shot, but the tones didn't go well together :/
i got this lovely hat from my cousin for christmas! I normally don't like knit hats, but i kind of like this one! It's actually really warm and the colors are quite......FUNKY haha
school started today and this huge thing happened at my school today where half the people thought school started on wednesday instead because of our school's voicemail. The voicemail stated that school resumes on the 5th, but what we found out was that that was LAST year's voicemail and the school just never changed it HAHAHA so basically a bunch of people stayed at home today thinking that school started on the 5th instead of today :P
^ hahahaha all the "schools" aligned above :DDDDD
"Phone" : Hi...
Michaela: Hi, it's me Mich..
"Phone" : I can't take your call right now, but please leave..
Michaela: Eeek!!! Here you take it! (Handing over the receiver.)
Satsuki: Why? What's wrong? (Taking the receiver and listens.)
"Phone" : .. after the beep. Thank you. BEEEP!!
Satsuki: Err... hi... we.. would you, could you, if you're home? You're not obviously... play perhaps? Bye.. (almost hanging up) It's me Satsuki... bye. And Michaela, bye!
Michaela: Sorry. I panic whenever I get an answering machine.
Satsuki: Me too! It it messes with ones brain I'm sure. You end up sounding like someone with severe speech paralysis.
Michaela: Ha ha, no you were very smooth and composed.
Satsuki: Right. *Snicker* More like someone with a screw loose.
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For the themes "Laura Ashley" and "Answering Machine" in the Blythe a Day group. Back to the 80s!
"the more things change, the more they remain the same"
weve been stuck in this moment for far too long
and guess what? im so super-cool that i just recorded Mitchell Davis as my new voicemail. THAAATS right.
be jelous
EXPLORED #60!! :D thank youuuu
Marcos took a photo of my with my new iPhone. Everybody loves it. The visual voicemail feature is wayyyyyy awesome.
I've been in bed since Thursday night and now it's Monday evening and I'm finally feeling somewhat better. It's really hard to get rid of a cold in summer, still have a bit of a scratchy voice, a cough and a headache, but I actually went out and did errands today.
Thank you again for the comments on the last post, and emails, voicemails and messages, I greatly appreciate all of them.
Day 313
My move was planned perfectly. BT Today then tomorrow move. It should have been so easy. But was it? NOOOOOOOO!!!
The order confirmation said someone needed to be at the house from 8 - 1 + 3-4 hours afterwards...they didn't say that when I ordered. Between my partner and I we both took turns missing work to wait for the engineer. I rang them at 2 found out the engineer would call 30 minutes prior to arrival. Ok all good yes? NOOOOO!!!
I get a voicemail message from a foreign call center. I couldn't decifer it and neither could a friend of mine so I phoned them back. Another foreign call center. The girl was nice but when she told me what the problem was I asked her to repeat it again but to no avail....I am still not certain why they didn't come.
So, no internet until next week. Frustration?! YESSSSSSS!!!!
Project B.I.G. - Image 22/365
Hi everyones, today I gets to visits so many cools places that I could have writeds so much stuffs that it would have neededs to goes into abouts fourteen volumes of books, so to makes it more simples I decideds to just picks my favourites photo from todays travellings and tells you alls about it.
As you can see I is hangings onto a fence with some waters on the other side. The waters you can see is calleds Konigsee and when you makes it intos English is means kings lake. I was unables to locate the king for a smalls interview, but I did leaves him a voicemails saying that I really likes his lake.
You can takes boat trippers on the lakes, go for hikes all around the Nationals Park it is belongings too and even tries out skiing, so much stuffs to choose from so I already asks Baz if we can goes back agains some time.
Tomorrows I plans to visits some other cools stuff in Bavaria, so keeps your eyes outs...!!!
From the Uglydoll blog at adventuresinuglyworld.blogspot.com/
Texts, voicemails, E-mails, cellphones, software, dishwater, underwear, data plan, side effects, tire-tracks, fair & balanced...be right back
I hope this sign stays around forever. If not on this building, in a museum.
I can remember back "in the day" when my Dad had an answering service for his business. He'd call a number which routed his calls to the answering company at night, then in the morning call the number again, which would route calls back to his office. That always fascinated me, picturing in my mind a room somewhere where ladies wearing headsets (much like above) taking my Dad's calls as if he were some head of state. Cheapo answering machines drove most of the answering services out of business by the 1980's.
Ans-O-Phone is still in business, BTW. Yay!
Polaroid Go
Polaroid Go Film
4 years ago today was the first time he said “I love you” to me. Somehow, a voicemail from before the phone call that ended with those 3 words being said and me mumbling something back that sounded similar because I didn’t believe what I was hearing, is still on my phone. I listen to it sometimes. But it’s hard to hear his voice and know he’s not here like that any more. What’s worse, I dreamed about him last night and it wasn’t a good one. None of that has to do with this photo except that I took it on my way to work one morning after he died.
Smiling because I'm listening to voicemail from my 6 year-old goddaughter who's over the moon with excitement to come stay with me next week.
Emotional morning pouring candles while watching Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man. I'm still speechless, awestruck, teary . . . simply moved beyond words. My god I'm in love with that man! Salon's review says it well.
Why do we need minimalism?
Because we have too many. Too many redundant choices, too many life options without seeing the essence of things.
For example, when we check our personal messages, we need to check email, voicemail, cellphone text messages, personal blog, Twitter, Facebook and Flickr and may be more ....
Can we just talk face to face or even shall we just keep silent and meditate alone?
I am really addicted to minimalism!
Have a great Friday and great weekend!
When physics said “down,” she replied with a cartwheel and sass. Caught mid-flip and 'mid-life-crisis', she’s redefining motion sickness as a lifestyle choice. Bonus points for hair that moves like a Marvel villain in slow-mo.
Gorgeous summer day. Coffee with a friend earlier. Birthday party for another friend this evening. A soft buttery ripe avocado for lunch. Voicemail from someone I hoped to hear from. Listening to She Wants Revenge. Happy.
The thermometer has risen to 105 degrees since I took this photograph inside. Got a voicemail that my SUV is ready for pick-up (had it painted in same 'cold' navy blue... :-). Will take the air conditioned trolley and bus to make it over there and pick it up.
Our Daily Challenge
Anatomy
I finally met up with my idol and hero, Aaron Reed and Lisa a few days ago, as they were passing through Yosemite. It was another boring, solid blue cloudless sky. We shot the colorless sunset together at Mono Lake. They were only planning on spending one night there. The next day, a fantastic sky rolled into Yosemite Valley. I called and left a message on his voicemail from the valley. (cell service SUCKS around Yosemite) I said… "The sky is looking AWESOME! Don't leave today. Get down to Yosemite Valley NOW!) But he didn't listen. They drove back home and missed this the next day.
So… Anyway… This was taken from Glacier Point, yesterday afternoon. I was absolutely DETERMINED to get this shot. Or, A shot. Anything. I stood in this spot for over TWO hours, waiting for this. It was windy, nasty, cold and raining on and off the whole time. There was absolutely zero visibility. Nothing but a solid wall of white. I stood there, as hundreds of tourists all came and went, all bitching about the shitty weather, and what a waste of time it was driving all the way up there for nothing.
And, I waited… After two hours, the rain stopped. The clouds started to break up. I got my shot.
Perhaps in an alternate universe, the weather is much more tolerable, the appropriate temperature for the season.
"Fear is a wonderful thing, in small doses. You ride the ghost train into the darkness, knowing that eventually the doors will open and you will step out into the daylight once again. It’s always reassuring to know that you’re still here, still safe. That nothing strange has happened, not really. It’s good to be a child again, for a little while, and to fear — not governments, not regulations, not infidelities or accountants or distant wars, but ghosts and such things that don’t exist, and even if they do, can do nothing to hurt us.
And this time of year is best for a haunting, as even the most prosaic things cast the most disquieting shadows.
The things that haunt us can be tiny things: a Web page; a voicemail message; an article in a newspaper, perhaps, by an English writer, remembering Halloweens long gone and skeletal trees and winding lanes and darkness. An article containing fragments of ghost stories, and which, nonsensical although the idea has to be, nobody ever remembers reading but you, and which simply isn’t there the next time you go and look for it."